Las Doce
La Derecha
The Twelve
The door is wide open
The salsa decorates the plate
I can't be the one in charge
Or the one receiving certain flowers
Love, dream, sing
Let no one notice that it's twelve
What will we do when we can't hold on anymore?
What will we do when it's time to say:
"You're my torment, I need time and spice"?
Love, dream, sing
Let no one notice that it's twelve
Being a lover is so literal...
The bed, the hour, the doubt, the wait, the return to the planet
Love, dream, sing
Let no one notice that it's twelve
